No Mixers. Just Girlkitty.

So it should be stated that we sometimes call girlcat girlfiddy, which came from calling her girlkitty. Her actual name is Tralala (after the character in Last Exit to Brooklyn http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_Exit_to_Brooklyn - which is actually kind of appropriate in this case I guess…)

12:05 PM Jive Turkey: shit sucks

oh 50 cent

you suck as well

Heavy B: what happened this time?

Jive Turkey: the net keeps going out as well

12:06 PM or do you mean with fiddy?

Heavy B: fiddy

Jive Turkey: oh his new song is shit, i heard it earlier, and yet he keeps on boasting about how awesome he is

its hilarious

Heavy B: hahah

12:07 PM oh fiddy and his vitamin water

they should replace him with girlfiddy

Jive Turkey: good thing he got on that endorsement while he could

oh shit

Heavy B: I anticipate an increase in vitamin water sales

Jive Turkey: GIRLFIDDY'S GANGSTA GRAPE

Heavy B: POPPIN' ANTIOXIDANTS IN YO ASS!

12:08 PM Jive Turkey: or does that sound too close to gang rape?

LOL

Heavy B: hm, it kinda does

but it makes it better

Jive Turkey: yeah, but i doubt there'd be much of a market for girlfiddy's gang rape

Heavy B: right

but gangsta grape

Jive Turkey: werd

12:09 PM she got shot in the tooth 9 times yo

12:10 PM Heavy B: omg

GRIND DAT FOOD UP!

Jive Turkey: hahaha

12:11 PM cause i got shot in teh tooth

I DROPPED MY TOOTH

WHERE'D THE TOOTH GO?

Heavy B: WHERE MY TOOTH GO?

oh shit this is too funny

Jive Turkey: oh we are so awesome

i anticipate much hilarity because of this when you get home

12:12 PM also, i snorted coffee on the table

Heavy B: oh you must look like such a wacko at Baked

Jive Turkey: yeah, i think they're used to it though. which is so sad

12:13 PM Heavy B: not really

YOU'RE A WINNER!

Jive Turkey: lol. tell that to the public at large

kitty interlude

So on the heels of a very successful work event that I organized and work dinner Friday, and a lovely dinner with a friend in Little Italy (music! Old Italian men! tiramisu gelato!) Saturday night, after which I went home like a civilized person, I wake up this morning to see that one of my cats has broken a big tooth.

Worrying, phone calls, emergency vet appointment at my normal place but not with my regular vet and then suddenly I am out the door into a car with my unhappy feline by my side. Of course this would happen on the day of the godforsaken Atlantic Antic, meaning that no one can drive down Atlantic Ave (which is of course where my vet is) and all the sidestreets are backed up. But because I love my cats (relax, I only have 2) more than I love most people, I am soon loping down the street with my angry 12-pound cat and into my fancy vet place.

A check-up, pulled tooth and some scrips later, I find myself looking at an estimate for dental work. I had the cats in for a regular check-up about one month ago and the vet happened to mention that if girlcat needed work (her teeth are bad) that the Humane Society did cheaper dental work. Because I was all a-panic I made the appointment for tomorrow. However, as I stood on a sidestreet waiting for yet another car and back at home, I had some time to think and remember what my regular vet had mentioned, I cancelled the appointment. At first I felt bad that I couldn't provide for a creature that depends on me for everything. Then I thought about how ~$900 is a hefty chunk of change for most people, and its not like I'm not going to get her care, it just won't be tomorrow AM (she is not in any danger or pain right now, she needs the root removed and a regular cleaning) but if my regular (and awesome) vet endorses the Humane Society, I am OK with it. I was trying to think up ways I could come up with cash quickly and there is no way I could ask my longsuffering father for money; it is not his responsibility to pay for my cat's dental work. I am not patting myself on the back for a handout I might not even have gotten. It just is what it is.

Now I have to somehow medicate this cat twice a day for a week, which is going to be fun.

In the meantime, I have my drink and my two cats.
My drink and my 2 cats.
It's on, it's on.